Above. Way up above. High up in the sky.

You might see something frightening to the eye,

One of the spy balloons, hovering beyond the clouds.

Or an Unidentified Flying Object, making its rounds.

They're getting shot down, taken down left and right,

It's to protect us, we're told, so they're knocked out of sight.

For the safety of citizens, on the ground or in the air.

But so little information, so many questions, like Where?

Where do they come from? Why now?

Why so many consecutively? How?

What are they doing? What's their mission?

Should we be alarmed, or is it a fearless expedition?

Are they all from the same place?

Could they be from outer space?

Balloons and UFOs, they may make great rhymes,

But they also prove, we live in interesting times.